Crisp as an apple, cool as cucumber
Geese flying north, bears set to slumber.
Stack wood and hay, stock up the larder
Fall garden's work, hungry winter's harder
Sun shining down as wind whips around
Equinox soon, then comes harvest moon
Dog days fading and autumn color blazes
Seasons cycling through their phases.
Poem by @fishyculture, photo by @longsilver
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